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...(static)...
..drew reporting.
The problem is with the ship's computer, and the solution must also be with
the ship's computer. I am going to open the housing again and recheck the compon...
...(static)...
...soon as I touched the first...
...(static)...
...the screen began to pulse. and then there was a percussion section
as rivets popped loose from the bulkhead and screws began to whine in their cases.
It sounds li...
...(static)...
EEEEEEE!! WHAT IS THAT??
"Andrew, whatever you're doing, stop it right now. It isn't
helping things one single bit!"
...(static)...
...a falling, a thousand tons of nothing becoming...
...(static)...
It's me! I'm the one who is going back to find out about that Amphibian. Zachary
and I gambled about it. We played that seven in a row game that Isaac once played
with Bette in earlier days. Each of us chose a random number and calculated
its square root. Zachary won. He had three sevens in a row while I got only two.
So, I'm the one who is going to disclose himself.
Don't worry, Koala. I will take care. Zachary went with me to get that Amphibian's
armor. We hid its parts separately at several places, so the Amphibian can't use it
anymore. Then Zachary went back to the vehicle.
I'm close to the Amphibian now. I can hear it peeping. It's a regular tone.
I don't think that it notices that I'm approaching. I took cover behind a
rock. It's on the other side. I will count to a billion, and then I will disclose
myself.
Guess what? When I went out of my cover, it changed its color from purple
to pale. I will send you an image.
JASE, Koala. What's next?
Ping!
The silence was broad and expansive. The sand was silent as Theresa and I crossed
along a steep slope.
Ping!
I raised my sensors trying to detect the source. Theresa and I waited. After all,
waiting is what probes are good at...waiting and waiting...and
Ping!
Got it!
new data on line.
scanning data
ranking data
extrapolating from data
Ping!
and gone.
Look, Theresa! How interesting! Do you see those little swirls, visible
currents eddying up and down the line of sand? zI think those wisps are
ground silica. Look, thousands of tons of sand grinding and churning, grinding
finer and ever finer and the first fast runners are beginning to approach...
"Run, Theresa!"
It was not easy for me to let Enoch move on alone. But I think it's rational
not to expose both of us. I'm constantly in contact with Enoch. He is a brave
Probe, and very cautious in his actions.
I parked the vehicle next to a rock beside the water of that shallow bay heading
directly to the shaft. So, Enoch can enter it quickly when needed. I placed myself
behind its lasers, pointing to the direction were they may appear.
I tried them out. The lasers are also working well at a longer distance.
Maybe we should have brought Gen in. That Japanese probe is much quicker
than we are. It has projectile tubes, and could have saved our back. But it's
too late now.
"Enoch, how is it doing?
Is it moving?"
No. They have been facing each other for several hours now.
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